We Shouldn’t Be Doing This (A Steamy Short Story Compilation)

Athena In less than twenty four hours I would walk down an aisle and marry a man I had never even met, all so two bitter families could finally stop bleeding each other dry. I was the scapegoat. And tonight, trapped in a club while my bridesmaids screamed and danced and toasted,all I felt was the walls closing in. I drank until the lights smeared. It didn’t numb the dread. It just made my cunt ache. I needed to come. I slipped out of the club, leaving the noise and the false congratulations behind, and headed straight back to the hotel where the entire wedding party was staying. I was going back to my suite to use every toy in my bag until I couldn't feel the panic in my chest. The hotel lobby was quiet. The elevator doors slid open. I stepped inside, hit the button for my floor, and the second the doors sealed I was done waiting. In the elevator I hit my floor, and the second the doors sealed I shoved my hand under my dress, I had no panties on. Two fingers found my c**t already slick and I rubbed. Soft wet sounds filled the space. I was so close— Then the elevator chimed and its doors opened. I froze, fingers still pressed hard against my dripping cunt, dress hiked up. For one stupid second I just stared. Then I yanked my hand out, smoothed the fabric down with shaky fingers, and tried to look like I hadn’t just been caught touching myself in a public elevator. He stepped into the elevator with no expression at all, his broad frame immediately occupying the small space. He had a sharp, low-buzz cut and a thick, perfectly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard framing his jawline. He was dressed casually in grey joggers that hung low on his hips and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tight over a massive, solid chest and thick, veiny biceps. He looked like he was in his late fifties. The kind of man who looked like he f****d like he had nothing left to prove and everything to take. My c**t throbbed so hard it hurt. I had always had a thing for older men. He clicked a floor higher than mine and the doors closed. The elevator started moving. I swallowed and gave him a small, tight smile. He didn’t smile back. His eyes flicked once to my hand still glistening faintly, then to my face. Just a calm assessment I stared at his side profile and at the way the white t-shirt clung to his biceps. At the full mouth half-hidden by that beard. At the way his tongue darted out slowly to wet his bottom lip My n*****s were diamond-hard. My cunt was pulsing, empty, furious that I had stopped. I imagined those thick fingers replacing mine. Imagined that mouth between my legs. Imagined him bending me over right here and f*****g me until I forgot my own na— A loud clang echoed through the elevator before it halted with a violent screech. The lights flickered twice before they went out completely. Only the dim emergency glow remained, painting everything in weak red. Panic slammed into me so hard my knees nearly gave out. I hated the dark. Always had. My hand shot out blindly and grabbed the first solid thing it found—his forearm, thick and warm under the soft cotton of his sleeve. He went still. “Woah," his voice rumbled, deep and heavy, vibrating straight into my cheek. He was startled, but his large hands came up instinctively, resting on my lower back to steady me. "Easy. Breathe." I didn’t care. I pressed closer, almost climbing him, heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. “I can’t— I hate the dark— please—” “Breathe. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He pulled his phone out, flashlight on, the beam cutting through the gloom. He tried to call someone but there was no signal. He reached over, pressing the emergency alarm button repeatedly. Nothing happened except a dull, useless buzzing sound. "Line's dead," he muttered, turning his phone to set it on the floor, angling the light upward. He looked down at me, his dark eyes assessing my shaking frame “Sit,” he said quietly. He guided me down until we were both on the floor, backs against the wall, “Talk to me. Anything. Keep your mind off it.” I was still shaking, but the panic was already sliding into something else; hotter, wetter. I was pressed against the most handsome older man I had ever seen, tipsy, aching, and trapped. "I'm getting married tomorrow," I blurted out, the words spilling out of me like a broken dam. He turned his head slightly, watching me. "Congratulations." I laughed bitterly, my voice sounding thick. "It's an execution. My family sold me off. It’s an arranged marriage. Some political bullshit to end a war I never started. I’ve never even met him." He didn't interrupt. He just listened, his gaze locked onto mine. “For all I know he’s got a tiny d**k and zero idea what to do with a woman who actually wants to come,” I laughed, bitter and breathless. “Talking about it is only making me worse. I’m so f*****g horny I left my own bachelorette party just so I could go touch myself. I was doing it when you walked in and—” I stopped dead. My eyes widened as the reality of what I was saying hit me. "God... I'm so sorry. You’re a complete stranger. I shouldn't be saying this." The man didn't move. He swallowed, his throat moving heavily, his gaze dropping to my mouth before rising back to my eyes. "Don't stop," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave Before I could process the words, his large hands reached out. He grabbed me by my ankles, and dragged me across the floor until I was sitting directly between his crossed legs, my dress riding up to my hips. "Why did you stop touching yourself when I walked in?" he asked, his eyes burning into mine. I didn't answer. The filter was completely gone. I decided f**k it. f**k the wedding, f**k the rivalry, f**k my family. If my life was ending tomorrow, I was getting what I needed tonight. I grabbed his hands and brought them down, pressing his large palms directly onto my bare, exposed p***y. His breath hitched sharply. His eyes left mine, trailing down to the sight of my thighs spread open for him, my p***y dripping and completely bare. "f**k," he whispered, the word dragged from the bottom of his chest. Instead of stroking me, he suddenly stood up, breaking the contact. He backed away until his back hit the far wall of the elevator, his breathing heavy and uneven. "You're marrying someone tomorrow," he gritted out, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. “We're trapped in an elevator," I murmured, scrambling to my feet. "Nobody knows we're here. We do this, the doors open, and we walk away into our separate lives. You never have to see me again." I moved closer. He backed up until his shoulders hit the elevator wall. “I’ve fantasized about this for years. Getting f****d by an older man who knows exactly how to use a cunt. Someone who won’t treat me like glass. Someone who’ll hold me down and make me take it.” I kissed his neck again. He grunted, deeper this time. I grabbed his hand and shoved it back between my legs so he could feel how soaked I was He cursed under his breath. “You’re f*****g soaked.” "f**k it," he growled.. He pulled me close, his lips hovering an inch from mine, teasing me, refusing to give me a kiss. Instead, he buried his face in my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my skin as he bit down on my collarbone.. "We're going to regret this," he growled against my skin, his hands gripping my waist. "But I need this sweet pussy." Before I could answer, he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. He didn't set me on his hip—he hoisted me higher, setting my thighs over his massive shoulders, placing my bare, glistening p***y directly at level with his mouth. The warm air from his breath hit my wet center, making me gasp and bite my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood. He turned around, wedging me firmly between his heavy body and the cold metal wall of the elevator, trapping me completely. He started with my inner thighs, pressing hot, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, teasing his way inward until I was shivering, my fingers holding his head. Then, he flattened his tongue and took one long filthy lick from the bottom of my entrance all the way to my c**t. I shivered hard. A high-pitched scream caught in my throat. He didn't give me a chance to recover. He locked his mouth over my c**t, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth while his tongue swirled over it with relentless, practiced speed. He held my hips pinned to his shoulders, absorbing every frantic squirm and gasp I made. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet elevator. I was already shaking. "Please... a finger," I sobbed out, out of my mind with pleasure. "Put a finger in me!" He dropped me down slightly, unhooking one of my legs from his shoulder while keeping my left leg hiked high over his arm. He brought his fingers to his own mouth, slicking two of them with his saliva, and then shoved them deep into my p***y in one swift, hard thrust. "Oh, God!" I screamed, my head snapping back against the metal wall. He sank to his knees right there on the floor, keeping my leg over his shoulder as he buried his face back between my thighs, adding his tongue to the rhythm. His fingers pumped in and out of me, curling upward to hit my G-spot with every stroke while his tongue flattened against my c**t. I lost all sense of time, space, and reality. I grabbed his short hair, holding his face clamped against my p***y while the orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision went white. I came all over his face, thighs clamping, cunt pulsing, a broken sob tearing out of my throat. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and finger-f*****g me straight through it until a second climax slammed into me even harder, flooding his mouth and chin. Only then did he finally ease off, standing slowly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “You taste so f*****g good,” he said, voice wrecked. I was trembling, coming down from the highest high of my life. I wiped the sweat thst beaded o. My forehead and his eye caught my engagement ring And he brows furrowed as he grabbed my hand to have a closer look. “s**t!” He mumbled. Suddenly, the elevator hummed to life. The bright fluorescent lights snapped on overhead, blinding us both, He immediately reached down, picking up his phone and stepped back from me. The doors opened on his floor leaving me slumped against the wall with my dress still hiked up, thighs shaking, cunt dripping, and no idea who the hell the man who just ate me like he was starving actually was.